This has been
an iffy week in which to write. The time seems to evaporate right before my
eyes and then, tiredness sets in…
The
days go by and the moments in which the time is available to sit and write,
other priorities come up and the computer slips away from my sight, with the
promise made, looking over my shoulder as I walk away that… “Tomorrow I’ll get
to you… for sure!”
But,
tomorrow comes and it becomes another yesterday, full of little holes and
little chunks of time which are taken up by the daily chores and problems;
then, there are those problems which come from nowhere and go… nowhere! They just stay and lay siege to the mind and
body. On the other hand, these create
time for reflection and for making some internal, visceral decisions as to
time, place and space…
Why? When?
Where?... How? Questions that come and go, filling in the quiet moments
with a virtual cacophony which, if allowed, will bury all that surrounds in
silence.
An
old friend that had not been around for a few years has come by to visit. No,
it is not a he or a she… rather, it is an “it”. One of the vestiges of several
years of smoke filled air and laboring lungs. It seems that it relishes to take
a hold of my breathing system every few years, occupying my lungs for a couple
of days, just to remind me of how at one time I ravaged my own body… my breath
becomes short and a little labored, not unlike those times when a beautiful
sight makes one gasp for air… except there is no beautiful sight… in sight. It is
a bout of bronchitis… the added problem is that it usually irritates my throat
to the point where my voice goes into a sultry, sexy whisper… but there is no
accompanying feeling of sexiness, just a headache.
It
is said that there is no worse fanatic than one who has been converted… If my
negative feelings towards tobacco smoking are an indication, then this is most
certainly true. To me, there is no worse sight than someone who is voluntarily
filling his/her chest cavity with smoke from the so called “cancer stick”, or
any variant thereof.
The
image which at some time in the past was sold in movies and ads (I am sure with a strong degree of backing
from the tobacco companies) in which the hero and the heroine were
exchanging smoke filled breaths as their growing romance came to a breathless (pun intended!) kissing climax, is long gone.
Today, if someone comes at me with that same smoke filled breath that years ago
might have been considered “sexy”, I would most likely turn my head and start
coughing.
Well,
it seems the thinking process is also somewhat clouded by this growing chest infection,
so this will be a short entry today. Take care of yourself and of your body…
until cryonic sciences take a giant leap forward, it is the only one you
will have!!
Be
Well … Be Back!!!
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